With all of those other interests which have been taking up my time recently, I completely forgot to continue my little series on things which tempt. You will probably remember, I was working my way through bits and pieces of the female form which tend to attract attention, which draw your gaze, which inspire and fire up your imagination. A promise made should be a promise kept, and that’s what I constantly try to do here, keep my promises.

So, let’s take a little peek, if we may, at that other temptation of the female form, the wiggly bit which catches your eye even when someone has their back turned towards you or, to be more accurate, especially when …

Bottom, ass, arse, tush, behind, backside, rump, buns, fanny. I don’t know how many different names there are for this tempting eye-catcher, and it doesn’t really matter either, just as long as we all have the opportunity to look, to appreciate, to savor!

I’m no different to anyone else, as most of you should know by now, I like to look. Of course, I like to touch too, but that doesn’t happen quite as often as I would wish – nor as often as some of you may imagine when reading through my other posts here! I use my imagination more than my hands and fingers but, again as you’ll know from reading here, my imagination is pretty fine!

At least, no one has complained about it yet! And I’m told that my eye for a fine photograph – even when it comes to the snapshots that I make myself – is fairly good, which is pleasing. However, I really only show things which have appealed to me at some time or another, so you can only get an idea of my taste at one particular moment in time; it changes constantly.

Change is a good thing, it stops us getting stale, always looking for the same things, becoming boring, and the female shape is nothing if not a wonderful set of changes, according to season, weather and so many other things. Can you imagine ever getting tired of looking at beautiful women? I can’t!

Although, I must admit, looking back over some of the photographs I’ve collected in the last year or so – over ten thousand on Tumblr – I do sometimes wonder what on earth I was thinking about at the time!

But the thought is short-lived, because there is always another photograph, another memory, another little twist which makes me weak at the knees.

Not just me, my lover too. If she had the chance I think she’d spend half her time just stroking me, or letting me stroke her.

But, now and then, it’s good to get out and about and, perhaps, while we are wandering here and there, seemingly lost in our thoughts, something will appear before our eager eyes which distracts and brings new thoughts, new possibilities.